Gummed up is the summed up totality of the state of mind today. Like a locomotive start this poor beating heart feels the spin of the cogged wheels. So cold we must be to achieve this autonomy of steel and iron bars. Close my eyes a childish disguise so the world will be fooled. Forget this man, just for now and let his silence forever be sound. Music to ears that never hear the words but only feel the sway of the beat and the drowning feat of deadening he that will face the world today. Not tomorrow and not the past for the way of the past is lost, lost in the crowd the trampling feet, thunderous ploy, easy street. Not all of us were made for trudging, not all were built to fly but none were made to support the mass but swim in the limitless sky. Unfair host ugly at least to gaze upon the norm, and stand so willfully for such a dangerous notion the calm before the storm. Clichéd stone gathering speed no moss just stains. Cracks and breaks old mistakes, forgotten and born a new, from the womb of freshness and creativity, o how different the world can be, by changing a name or two. Clicking abyss a channeled list the same same same. Buts lets keep on trying there’s bound to be dying for a viewer to suck into. Zombie is the epoxy of the new reality this sticky sticky glue; quicksand my friends the cave dwelling man for the epitome of Plato’s view.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 19:18:26 +0000
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